Lifting one leg, I stroked it along the length of him. He poured everything into the kiss. I felt his love, his devotion, his passion. His possession.
This was why I’d told Helion to remove the Coalition birth control and make me fertile again. I didn’t want just to fuck Nyko. I wanted to make love with him. I wanted to have a baby, his baby. A little one that would be mine to love the way my mother never loved me. This baby would be adored, and I knew Nyko would be the perfect father. Although, if we ended up having a girl, he’d have to calm down some or he’d end up committed to some Atlan loony bin reserved for over-protective daddies.
I wrapped my hands around his neck. Tangling tongues wasn’t enough. “Please,” I breathed.
Nyko pulled back so I could see him without being cross-eyed. “Please, what?”
“I need you.”
“You have me,” he replied.
“I need you inside me.”
He stroked a finger over my cheek, down my neck, and his eyes followed it as it moved to my breast. Shifting, he settled between my legs, nudging them wider with his knee. I could feel his cock slide wetly up my thigh to press against my core.
“I’ve been rough with you before. This time, I can’t go fast.”
He slipped in an inch and I arched my neck back, closed my eyes.
“Good.” I moaned when he pushed in another inch. “But…this is too slow.”
Curling my legs around him, I pressed my heels into his butt to push him deeper. He slid in all the way, stilled.
Our groans mingled. God, it was so good. He was almost too big, my body needing this time to adjust. I clenched down on him, shifted my hips.
He lowered his head beside mine, his lips roaming over my neck, my shoulder. When he nipped at where they joined, I felt myself get wetter, softening around him.
Somehow he moved over every hot button I’d never known I had. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, shifting so it was better and better. My skin misted with sweat and my mouth was dry from the little sounds I made. No, they weren’t so little.
“Right here, mate. This is where I belong.” Nyko moved with a slow precision, ruthless and measured, driving me higher and higher.
“I’m going to come. Oh…yes.” I held my breath, tightened all of my muscles as I focused on the pleasure Nyko was giving me.
“Let go. Come for me. Let me have all of you.”
I did feel like I was falling, but I knew I was safe. With one deep nudge of his cock, I came, crying out his name.
I could feel my body clenching and pulling him in deeper, as if knowing he needed to be as far in me as possible so we’d make a baby. My body wanted it, wanted every drop of his pleasure.
My fingers clawed at his sweaty back, my heels hooked on his butt. My toes curled with bliss.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, took in my mate’s tense jaw, his blue eyes.
“Nyko, your turn.” My hand came up, stroked his jaw. “Please. I want to watch you. Hear you. Let me have all of you.”
He stared at me for a few seconds, his hips continuing to move in a languid pace that had drawn out my orgasm for seconds. Minutes.
“I love you, Megan. Gods, how I love you.”
This was more than a vow, the tone solemn, the look on his face serious, strained, as if he were in physical pain.
“I want everything, Nyko. I love you. I want your seed deep inside me. I want to make a baby with you.”
“If I don’t succeed, mate—” He grinned wickedly. “Then I’ll have to keep you right here beneath me until my seed takes root.”
That sounded fucking perfect to me.
He began to move then and my eyes fell closed, sensitive nerve endings reawakening. The tension in my body built, fueled by emotions surging through me like a tidal wave, so strong I couldn’t contain them. Tears leaked from my eyes, tears I couldn’t stop or control as every wall I’d ever built around my heart shattered. Joy and hope and love and years of hurt flowed out of me as Nyko fucked me, filled me up, made me feel whole.
Arching up to meet his thrusts, I held nothing back. I was going to come again. Nothing was going to stop it.
When his hand cupped my breast and tugged on my tender tip, my eyes flared open and I came. It was unexpected—the painful play of his fingers and the orgasm it spurred—yet there was no sound. My mouth was open but nothing came from it. I kept my eyes open and watched as Nyko pressed his hips into mine, arched his back, neck corded and roared my name.
His body shook and every last brick, every hurt from my past, toppled and collapsed under the wave of his love. I felt his hot seed spurt into me, filling me. I’d already been claimed, but it seemed as if he was doing it again. Reaffirming that I belonged to him, just as much as he belonged to me.
I had everything I wanted, right here. The hot, sweaty weight of this warrior a reminder that I was not alone, that I was loved, that my own warrior’s heart was matched to his.
Everything was perfect.
Epilogue
Megan
“Nyko, someone’s knocking on the door.” I wiggled in his arms and then laughed when he tugged the dress from my hand.
“I like you naked.”
I spun in his hold, tilted my head back so I could look up at him. He was smiling at me, a quick and easy grin that I saw more and more since we’d arrived on Atlan. The stress of fighting, of even just being on the Karter had worn on both of us more than we imagined.
While we’d certainly made exceptionally good use of every horizontal surface in the house, and a few walls, too—we’d both been restless sleepers. Nightmares plagued us both, but it was easy to reach out and know Nyko was there. Would always be there. He’d either held me or kissed me or even fucked my bad dreams away. He’d said it was his job to do so.
And when he, too, woke up with a shout, thinking there were Hive about, I soothed him with my voice and my body.
It had been two weeks since we’d arrived. Two weeks of a pseudo-honeymoon at home. We both started our new positions at the training center next week, and Nyko insisted we take advantage of our down time as much as possible. The house was new to both of us, but everything Atlan was new to me. I wanted to explore the planet, to learn the culture, meet people, but Nyko said it could wait.
It wasn’t because he didn’t want to share his world with me, he was just too damn greedy to let me out of his bed. And, at the moment, I was enjoying his attention too much to argue. At least until he didn’t want me to wear clothes.
And that was why we were arguing right now. He was enjoying my nakedness too much.
“I like you naked, too,” I countered. “But someone is at the door. Do you wish them to see me without clothes?”
His smile slipped. “You will remain here.” He pointed to the bed. “Berina can tell them to go away.”
“She will not,” I argued. “Whoever it is will think I’m an invalid or unable to walk.”
“Well, you did walk a little funny this morning after I took you that third—”
I reached up and covered his mouth with my hand. I knew he’d pull it away if he really wanted; he was just too big and strong otherwise. But he didn’t. “You will give me that dress and let me greet our guests. The sooner we see who it is, the sooner you can have me naked again,” I advised.
He thought for a moment, then grumbled something beneath his breath. The NPU worked wonders for translating, but every once in a while, there was something he said that I just didn’t understand, but I got the meaning readily enough by his tone. “Fine. But as soon as that door is closed behind whoever is pestering us, you’ll be naked and fucked against it.”
The promise made me hot for him. Again. This time, I wasn’t going to argue.
I was thankful the customary Atlan dress was easy to don, just slipping it over my head. I wasn’t going to ask after underwear. I knew he wasn’t giving me any. And I didn’t bother arguing about being seen by Berina or any of the other servants. They had made an absol
ute art of never being where they weren’t supposed to be.
I straightened my dress, a bright orange today, and left Nyko scrambling for his own clothing. When I opened the door—finally—there stood an Atlan and his Earth mate. It was obvious she was from Earth from her size, coloring and the fact that she looked very much like Captain Mills. In her arms was a little girl, perhaps close to one. She had dark hair like her mother and had a thumb in her mouth.
“Sarah?” I asked.
“Thank God. Now I can message my brother and tell him you’re alive and kicking.” Her smile was huge, and friendly, and I knew we would be friends. “He’s been driving me nuts, sending me messages every day.”
“Seth?”
“Who else. He’s halfway across the galaxy and still a pain in my ass.”
Hell yeah, Sarah and I were going to get along just fine and one final worry lifted from me. I could be happy here, outside the walls of this house. I would have a job, and a life, and friends.
I was still laughing at Sarah as I heard and felt Nyko come up behind me. “Warlord Dax. It is good to see you.”
I stepped back and let the couple in. Dax looked wary, but Sarah appeared eager.
“We aren’t interrupting?” Dax asked.
“It’s been two weeks,” Sarah countered. “They can visit with us and then get back to whatever they were doing.”
“You remember doing whatever they were doing yourself. That’s how Lily was made.”
Sarah flushed and I felt my cheeks heat as well, knowing we’d made a baby, too. I hadn’t told Nyko yet because I doubted he’d let me out of bed until the baby was born. Not because he wanted to fuck me all the time, although he probably did, but because he was going to coddle me and pleasure me to death.
“Come in, please.”
I stepped back, forcing Nyko to step back as well. His hand settled on my shoulder as we followed them into the living room. I loved this space, where the windows showed off the beautiful view of the trees and stream. I felt at home here with Nyko. It would be nothing, empty, without him. Our guests sat on a couch across from us, Sarah settled right against her mate’s side. His arm was around her shoulders as if sheltering her.
Berina hurried in, a bright smile on her face, pleased that we had visitors at last. “Welcome! What may I bring you?”
I was quite sure she was tired of bringing food trays up to the bedroom. Then again, judging by the bright, happy look on her face each time Nyko grumbled at her from bed when I insisted on answering the door, she was well pleased with her new Warlord. But then, Nyko was hard to resist, and even harder not to love.
Warlord Dax shook his head. “Nothing, thank you. We won’t be staying long.”
Berina hurried away as I grinned at the chubby, grinning, adorable baby.
“She’s beautiful,” I said, eyeing little Lily.
Sarah’s hand stroked over her daughter’s back.
“Isn’t she? I know all mothers think their baby the prettiest, but—”
“She looks like you, so she is perfect,” Dax said, looking down at his wife.
They looked at each other in a way that made their love obvious. They didn’t need a baby to prove their affection.
“We will have a girl that looks like Megan,” Nyko said to them. He sounded so adamant, so sure of himself.
I couldn’t help but look up at him.
Sarah handed the baby to Dax and stood, came over to me, leaned in and hugged me. “Oh my gosh, are you pregnant with a little girl?” Her voice was loud and full of excitement.
I wasn’t used to such affection. Yes, girlfriends on Earth used to hug me like this, but the Coalition fighters didn’t. Obviously. And Nyko wasn’t a squealer, nor did he act like a high school girl. His affection was different. Different enough that he was the one who got me into this spot.
I glanced at Nyko, saw something there. It wasn’t surprise. It wasn’t humor. No. It was something else, something different.
“You know,” I said, ignoring Sarah. I vaguely heard Dax calling for her to sit back down, but I didn’t turn away from Nyko. He sat beside me on the second couch, but I was able to bend my knee and face him.
“What? That you’re having my baby?”
I nodded, then frowned.
His hand came up, stroked my cheek. “I know everything about you. At least everything important. I know every inch of your body. I’ve seen every inch. Tasted it.”
“Nyko,” I scolded, flushing, knowing Sarah and Dax could hear every word.
“Last night, you didn’t eat much dinner. Then, when I took you, your breasts were extra sensitive. Tender even.”
The baby hiccupped and I turned my head, saw the other couple smiling at me, then glancing at each other, then the baby. “Do we have to talk about this in front of them?”
“I didn’t want to let them in the door,” Nyko countered.
Dax stood, held out his hand to his mate and pulled her into his arms. The baby seemed so small up on his shoulder. “We will let you celebrate. Alone. Perhaps you would like to come over tomorrow. For dinner at six. No more unplanned visits.”
Nyko stood, shook his fellow Warlord’s hand. “Not tomorrow. Next week.”
“Nyko!” I protested, but Sarah just laughed as her mate held out his hand to her.
“We will see ourselves out.”
Nyko didn’t let me play hostess, instead held my hand and kept me in front of him instead of following our guests to the front door.
“They understand,” he said.
“Well, I don’t. I wanted it to be a surprise,” I mumbled. “It was for me.”
Nyko scooped me up into his arms like a bride on her wedding night.
“It was for me as well when you were straddling my lap, my cock deep inside you and I saw the differences, knew the truth.”
“Is that why you were insatiable last night?” I asked as he carried me upstairs.
He set me on the bed, quickly divested me of the dress. I had worn it less than an hour. But when he, too, stripped, I didn’t mind so much.
“I can’t get enough of you, mate.” He settled down beside me, put his large hand on my still-flat belly. “I never will.”
I saw the love in his eyes and knew his words to be true.
“I can’t get enough of you either.” Hooking my hand around the back of his neck, I tugged him down so his lips hovered just over mine. “I never will.”
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